I have been diligently hand sewing a liturgical stole. It is beautiful. The fibers are from one of the most revered companies for these specialty fabrics.
I am not being smug nor conceited; it all just came together in a most spectacular way, and I discovered with every stitch put into it, I was enjoying the process more than I had any other in a long time.
There was something about the rhythm of the needle moving through the gorgeous brocade that kept me in a zen-like state. I did not think about aching fingers or a sore back~~the fact that I could barely move when I finally would stand or that I had started work at 8 in the morning and not finished until midnight.
And as I did this, I wondered:
What if the *job* you are meant to do is nothing that will make you famous, nor make you rich, nor takes you to ritzy places? What if it's something you really never considered? Or, what if you have fought and fought to NOT do it, pursuing everything else possible? What if it is a form of a life unlived from when you were young?
What if your calling is something that serves a higher power~~undefinable in this current money-driven world. What if it has been under your nose, and you did not realize it?
I guess my mind wandered abundantly.
The whole creating process was pure delight.
Beautiful things to work with, fine threads, meditation in each and every stitch and a holy purpose for it.
Tell me.....do you think it gets any better?
The joy of our gifts; it's all in the work.